Thy look of love has power to calm

你含情的目光有力量平息

The stormiest passion of my soul;

我灵魂中最狂暴的激情，

Thy gentle words are drops of balm

你温柔的话语，是一滴滴

In life's too bitter bowl;

滴入这人生苦杯的芳醇，

No grief is mine, but that alone

我仅有的悲哀，独独因为

These choicest blessings¹ I have known.

我体验过这种珍贵的恩惠。

Harriet! if all who long to live

哈莉特！倘若要活在你那

In the warm sunshine of thine eye,

温暖的目光下，就必须

That price beyond all pain must give,—

付出超过一切痛苦的代价——

Beneath thy scorn to die;

就该在你的轻蔑中死去；

Then hear thy chosen own too late

请听你心上人过晚的供认：

His heart most worthy² of thy hate.

他这颗心，只配你的憎恨。

Be thou, then, one among mankind

即使你是在那种人类中间——

Whose heart is harder not for state,

他们不为国事而心如铁石，

Thou only virtuous³, gentle, kind,

即使在一个充满恨的世界，

Amid a world of hate;

你也只该温良而且正直：

And by a slight endurance seal

请稍许再用些微一点忍耐

A fellow-being's lasting⁴ weal.

成全一个同伴恒久的欢快。

For pale with anguish⁵ is his cheek,

他的面颊已因苦恼而憔悴，

His breath comes fast, his eyes are dim,

他呼吸急促，目光模糊，

Thy name is struggling ere he speak,

他的肢体抖颤，虚弱疲惫，

Weak is each trembling limb;

你的名字，他难从口出；

In mercy let him not endure

请发慈悲，别再让他承受

The misery⁶ of a fatal cure.

一次痛苦而且致命的疗救。

Oh, trust for once no erring⁷ guide!

哦，请听一次不谬的规劝，

Bid the remorseless feeling flee;

快让那冷酷的感情离去；

'Tis malice⁸, 'tis revenge, 'tis pride,

那是怨懑、报复，是傲慢，

'Tis anything but thee;

是别的一切而不该是你；

Oh, deign⁹ a nobler pride to prove,

请为一种高尚的骄傲证明：

And pity if thou canst not love.

当你不能爱时，还能怜悯。